From The Top of Primrose Hill with music composed & performed by the London Playwright Tony Rees (Jekyll etc) with lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas (www.paullyrics.com) that will appear on our upcoming album.
When I was small there were no home computers, electronic games or mobile phones and it wasn’t until 1969 that we got our first colour TV, up to then we had an old Baird black and white TV and I would listen to music on a small plastic transistor radio listening mostly to Radio Caroline and the distant Radio Luxembourg whose signals were more clearer at night as you listened in bed. I grew up in an old Victorian house at 21, Adelaide Road NW3 that was officially in the Royal Borough of Hampstead but in reality 10 yards to our right was the then lesser salubrious Borough of Camden that more befitted our poor status. In those days the streets were your playground as was Primrose Hill and adjacent Regents Park as well as the Regents Canal and London Zoo that most kids were expert at ‘bunking in’ to over the fence. Even though I now live many miles and lands away, I’ll always remember that view from the top of Primrose Hill and whenever I make rare journeys back to where I grew up I always climb to the top of that hill to breath in that spectacular panoramic view of London.
From the Top of Primrose Hill Lyrics
I love the way the town looks from up there
I could spend hours just to sit and stare
I’ve been holding my tongue for too long
Biting my lip instead of singing this song
Mist hanging over the roofs
It’s gonna get as thick as pea soup
Soft church bells ring out through the air
Laughter drifting in from Hampstead Heath fair
Oh how I remember that view still
From the top of Primrose Hill
I felt I could touch the sky
That was in sixty-nine
My happiest time
I sit and contemplate why
Remember Concorde flying over my head
Like a Phoenix risen from the dead
Goldie the Eagle’s flown away
Gonna stay up in the tree night and day
The Jenny Wren chuffs along the canal
They tried to take the Princess in Pall Mall
There’s children flying kites in the breeze
Kicking dead leaves that fell from the trees
Oh how I remember that view still
From the top of Primrose Hill
I felt I could touch the sky
That was in sixty-nine
My happiest time
I sit and contemplate why
Rolling down the hill
Not one time but ten
Climbing to the top
And rolling down again
Running down the hill
Feeling I could fly
Never felt so free
Never felt so high
Oh how I remember that view still
From the top of Primrose Hill
I felt I could touch the sky
That was in sixty-nine
My happiest time
Oh how I remember that view still
From the top of Primrose Hill
I felt I could touch the sky
Oh how I remember that view still
From the top of Primrose Hill
I felt I could touch the sky
That was in sixty-nine
My happiest time
Oh how I remember that view still
From the top of Primrose Hill
I felt I could touch the sky
Oh how I remember that view still
From the top of Primrose Hill
I felt I could touch the sky
Paul Robert Thomas
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